Page 40 of The First Seal
"VIPs only," he snapped with a rude, cocky tone crossing his arms over his muscled chest.
"Move yourself now, or you will be fired." Ember demands. Satan she is hot as fuck when she gets bossy.
"Little Girl, go home to daddy." He sneers, looking right past her.
"Here we go." I say to my brothers, them all nodding in agreement. We can all see her stance change and in one swift motion she pulls her gun out and holds it between his eyes.
"I. Said. Fucking. MOVE! " She enunciates each word with lethal command. This dude is six foot and probably weighs 300 pounds of pure muscle and looks like he’s about to piss himself.
"I can't. It’s the boss's rule." He wavers, shaking and sweating like a pig.
"Who is your boss?" She asks calmly, tilting her head to the side in question. I don't know if her being pissed off or calm is scarier.
"I don't know, never met her. I do know she is the new Don and her name is Ember Chertanov." He sounds like he is gonna cry.
She reaches into her back pocket, and pulls something out and shoves it in his face. "Tell me the name on my license."
"Ember Cher- Chertanov.'' He says, shaking as he hands her her license back.
"Exactly cock sucker. So that makes me your fucking boss. You have two options here and I really hope that little brain of yours is smart enough to choose correctly. One, move out of my fucking way and live. Or two, stay there and I kill you on the spot for disrespecting the Don. Which one will you choose?" Tik. Tok. She says, cocking her head to the side, waiting for his answer. He ends up moving to the side with the gun still in his face as she follows his movement.
"Good boy.” She purrs, rubbing the gun down his face and securing it in the holster. Walking past the bouncer, she looks over her shoulder at the quivering man, “You’re FIRED!” She sneers, looking at my brothers and I. “Coming?” She asks, “Or are you going to continue staring at me like you’ve seen a ghost?” She teases, continuing up the stairs to the VIP lounge.
My brothers and I share a look, chuckling darkly as we follow Ember upstairs. Ember b-lines for the far back corner and I can see why. Her eyes set on the prize. When he notices that she is headed his way, he decides it best to speak.
"Ah boys look, Dad sent us a hooker. Come here, pretty baby, and sit on your new Daddy's lap." Denis says, patting his lap. This fucker looks like a wannabe gangster from the bad side of town. But sadly he is just a loser. Denis's teeth are yellowed and he looks like he has been hitting the Meth pipe a little too much, yet his beer belly suggests otherwise. He has shoulder length, greasy, dirty blonde hair that has been dyed red. His hair in two French braids, a red bandana around his head, and a blunt in between his fingers. Who does he think he is? Willy Nelson.
"I'd rather you leave my fucking casino before I drag you out." She states.
"You won't do shit. You will probably just send your four guard dogs after me. You lazy bitch." He says, laying his cards down and staring at her.
"Now, now Denis." She chides, pulling the gun out with the silencer on it.
"You don't own this place, and you won't stay the Don for much longer. Dad will get what he wants and you'll be my new fuck toy." He says, licking his lips.
"Last chance to leave on your own free will." She states, pointing her gun at his head.
"Bitch, you wanna pull a gun on me. You probably can't even fucking use it. Maybe I should fuck you into submission like my brother did. But this time, it will work because you don't have dear old daddy to save you."
“WRONG!” She deadpans, pulling the trigger.
“Missed!” Denis mocks her from his seat.
“Did I?” She smirks, gesturing to his ear, hoping he’ll get the subtle hint. The hiss that escapes Denis’s lips is music to my soul as he reaches up, touching his own ear, taking Embers' hint.
“You filthy whore!” Denis spits out, looking at his now bloody hand and touching his ear again. His eyes widened in shock.
“That was a warning, next time, you won’t get another, and I always hit my mark.” She purrs, staring him down in a dominant play. “BITCH!” Denis reaches for his gun, as do his men.
Bang! Then I hear a male groan. “Who the fuck shot a gun?”
I run up to Ember to keep her safe, as more bullets are being fired. She turns around towards me as I am reaching her, grabbing her arm to run to a safe spot. I turn toward Denis's goons, and they are all dead. A single gunshot to their heads.
Looking around for my brother's, I see that they are all fine and have their hands hovering over their guns. All but one is back there. Where the fuck is..
Turning towards Denis, I see that he is dead. FUCK. He was shot in the dick with part of the appendage lying on the floor, and stab wounds mar his skin all over his body. Aspen is standing over his limp body, covered in Denis's blood laughing like a maniac. His eyes glowing red as I see his horn buds starting to form on his head. Turning towards Ember, I wrap her in a crushing embrace to make sure she is okay, and hoping to hell she didn’t see Aspen lose control of his mortal form. Our goddess is fine, with some blood splattered over her face and clothes.
"Aspen, what the fuck!" Ezra yells at him, snapping Aspen out of his mania and bringing him back to his senses with his mortal form returning. Aspen pushes past all of us to go downstairs and out the backdoor.